Page 11 of Billionaire Unexplained: Kaleb

“Same,” she said with a sigh. “It’s not that I don’t want those things, but it’s never worked out for me. I’m pretty sure there is no Mr. Right for me.”

“You don’t know that,” I scoffed. “You’re still young, and it sounds like you’re career focused.”

“It’s not just that,” she said as she placed her spoon in her empty bowl. “I’m…different. I can’t explain that without getting too personal.”

Oh hell, now I was really intrigued, but I’d promised that I wasn’t going to push her to tell me things she didn’t want to talk about. “You seem pretty normal to me.”

She beamed at me. “Thanks. Do you want another biscuit?”

“I’m good,” I answered.

“I’m stuffed,” she said as she put a hand on her flat belly. “I’ll do the dishes.”

I helped her by carrying the plate and bowls to the dishwasher. Since there wasn’t much to clean up, it only took a few minutes.

“Do you mind?” she asked hopefully as she glanced at the coffee maker once we’d put the last utensil in the dishwasher.

“Knock yourself out,” I said, amused.

I’d never seen a woman get so excited over such a small thing.

I grabbed a beer for myself from the fridge, and refused the coffee she offered to make me. I watched her make her coffee like a skilled barista.

I balked as I saw her add a dash of salt to her creation. “Salt in your coffee?” I questioned.

“Don’t knock it until you try it,” she shot back. “It’s a salted caramel latte. It wouldn’t taste right without it, and it’s addictive.”

I shot her a skeptical look, but she sipped the coffee like it was a drink from the gods.

The satisfied look on her face got me hard almost immediately.

She looked like a woman who had just had multiple orgasms.

Fuck! I was almost jealous because I hadn’t put that expression on her face myself.

What in the hell was wrong with me?

“Good?” I asked hoarsely.

“Orgasmic,” she said with a long, euphoric sigh.

I almost spit a gulp of beer out of my mouth.

Yeah, it was a common expression, but those words coming from her mouth when I was just thinking about the same thing was a little uncomfortable.

Disgusted with myself, I forced that gulp of beer down my throat and went to look out the kitchen window. The storm was still raging outside. I couldn’t see much because it was dark, but the wind was howling like crazy.

“I take it we’re going to sleep together,” Anna said cheerily.

I turned abruptly, only to see her smiling sweetly at me.

Christ! I needed to get my mind out of the gutter.

She shrugged. “I don’t see another bedroom, and you have a big bed.”

“I’ll take the couch,” I said immediately.

There was no way in hell that I could sleep in the same bed with Anna.

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